I only manage to catch a quick glance of Ferrok before she closes the door.
CHAPTER 3
Dr. Love washes her hands, pulling on gloves as she explains that I’m the first to accidentally “lose” a Sovian penile sphere inside of me.
I think I prefer calling it a clitball.
“Pretty sure you won’t be the last.” She chuckles as she pulls around a machine I couldn’t begin to name. “There is one other Sovian who comes to Phantoms… He would probably pay extra for you to swallow it.”
“I’ll pass.”
“You haven’t even asked how we have to get it out. Iknowyou’ll pass.” She starts pushing buttons on the machine. “Luckily, this was an accident, or your Sovian might be banned from the booth permanently.”
“I don’t want that.”
Swapping her gloves, she says, “I know.”
“Is he okay?”
Dr. Love looks up at me and smiles. “He’s going to be fine. Since he’s marked as one of your favorites, you can go see him after we’re done.”
“I’d like that.”
“Alright, let’s get that out of you. It takes approximately five to ten minutes to get from your epiglottis to the lower sphincter, but you might take less.”
“Because I’m short?”
She nods. “Less distance for it to travel.”
The way she says it, I almost expect her to boop my nose and call me “cutie pie.”
Handing me a small plastic square with a single red button, she says, “This might hurt. If it starts to, at any point, squeeze the button. I’ll stop and give you something for the pain, okay?”
“Why not give it to me, anyway?”
“Because you want to go say ‘Hi’ and it might knock you out.”
“Oh… Okay.”
It doesn’thurt, but it is one of the more uncomfortable things I’ve gone through in recent memory.
She basically intubates me with a vacuum and I nearly throw up when she pulls it back out.
But I don’t. I have an incentive to get through this.
“Can I see him now?” I ask, voice rasping.
“Yes. But only if you promise to drink this water bottle while you do.”
“Yes ma’am.”
She grimaces at that, but opens the door and points toward the room I’d seen him in previously. “Go say ‘Hi’ and see how he’s doing for yourself.”
She doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Ferrok sits on a diagnostic table like the one I had, but his feet touch the floor.
He looks perfectly normal. They even let him get dressed.
